dreaming of spring.......

"a garden that never died eventually would weary.

robbed of springtime... unacquainted with the extraordinary

perfume that rises from the soil after it's had it's rest...

the garden that winter doesn't visit is a dull place.

the return every spring of earth's first freshness

would never be kept if not for the frosts and rot

and ripe deaths of fall. so when i go out from the

garden for the last time in autumn....

i leave the gate open behind me."

~ michael pollan

looking forward to saying goodbye to

my winter garden....

and dreaming

of spring......